It’s time for the administration.  We’re in purgatory of overplayed, four-minute songs. It is a Cask of Amontillado. I will now get issued A sterile estuary  Of saline air, like Breathing without oxygen, To behold  My death wall Which is like a wall of slate grey, As another woman Wails urgently  About a male love … Continue reading “Girls are Pretty Cute, I Reckon”